FURTHER COMMENT ON WHICH POWER
Lust is not passion. They are entirely different. A passionate commitment can come into play in the smallest of matters or the largest. I know a man who agreed to occupy a house at an agreed rental not after having been sold a bill of goods concerning his selfish interest in shelter but by listening to a fellow who owned the house talk about the whole picture of housing for all people on Earth. The tenant joined the dialog eagerly and became passionately committed to the house and the ground upon which it stood as if it were his very own. That man loves his home, the landlord and his family, and his neighbors. And that landlord and that tenant are all the time doing favors for the other out of love. Why cannot all human interactions be of the same nature as that? Nothing is preventing it but fear. And the fear is caused by a separation that is not even there. Rather than more policeman and more defense spending we, all people of Earth, need to put an end to the nonexistent separation.
It comes but alone not by agreement, oaths or swearing and handshaking or by protesting. It’s an inside job not a display of false pride meant to bolster a reputation as a caring, righteous person. Bob Dylan has been criticized from the beginning for not joining protests in the streets which always carry the odor of "look at me be better than the bad guys I am against" which only strengthens the false ideas of separation and keeps the misery we actually oppose firmly in place. What is being suggested here is that the cause of war is division among humans and it can be ended by ending the cause and will never be ended through what divides. This means we are all responsible for the mess. A living change, not words, that is required.
Consider this everybody! If I see misbehavior in any other it is caused by the system of thoughts in my own conditioned brain and by thoughts and words from my own mouth. Otherwise, I would see only a suffering human, like me, as me, who needs my love. We are in the soup together.
A final note. Instead of telling myself, "I should have..." why not admit, simply, "I could have..."
